reunion.

We had a family reunion last weekend. There was a lot of hand holding, playing, talking and canoeing going on. And there was a lot of chatting and eating on the adult end of things. I think that means everyone had a good time.

Grandma got a little unnerved in the boat by the boys thinking they could stand up, switch sides and really row every time they talked her into the canoe. So a great portion of their time was spent with the little boys in the canoe by themselves, rowing and rowing and rowing out as far as they could. They were attached by a (LONG!) rope to the bank. A concerned elderly member of the tribe came running down the grass, pointing at them and said "Are they attached to something?!" and without skipping a beat, my cousin Rachel points out to the lake and says "Them?! In this family?! YES! Lindsey and I spent our entire childhood on various bodies of water thinking we could row out the ocean and all we did was make half circles for 12 hours." Oh, I nearly died of laughter. What Rachel says is true. Very, very true. I feel like we just passed the torch after 35 years.